Page 53 of Dear Daddy, Please Want Me

Well, maybe not unfortunately. Because work meant he got to see Daddy again, striding through the hallway or leading meetings in his perfectly cut suits.

Work also meant that Levi couldn’t act like Saul was Daddy. Which was going to suck.

He hadn’t been kidding when he’d said he wouldn’t be able to think about Daddy’s office without remembering that spanking.

Eventually Levi rolled out of bed. His limbs still felt loose and languid. His nipples were still sore from what had to be some kind of record for the sexiest phone call ever.

He stepped into the shower and scrubbed himself efficiently. Daddy hadn’t told him not to touch himself. But he thought that Daddy would like it.

He considered what Christy had told him about not doing Daddy’s job for him and holding himself back, but this was kind of the opposite. Giving over that control to his Daddy was exactly what he’d dreamed of.

Given his endless state of arousal yesterday, he rather thought Daddy would approve.

He dressed carefully in the crimson shirt that Christy said looked good on him and grabbed a protein bar to eat while he got his bike out.

The weather was still frigid and blustery, but it seemed to sparkle with a clean freshness today, like the sun might peek out soon. Knowing that he’d be arriving a bit early, and that Daddy most likely would too, made him pick up the pace.

Following his usual habit, he chained his bike to the pole outside his favorite coffee shop. The little cafe was unusually packed today. Christmas shoppers? Early travel plans? Who knew?

He found his way to the back of the line, using the time to read down the menu. He wasn’t sure what he should order. A candy cane mocha delight for himself, obviously. And that nasty gingerbread sludge for Christy. But should he get something for Daddy? Er, Saul? Was that overstepping some sort of boundary?

He rocked back and forth as he pondered. He was certain he could be completely professional while bringing his CEO a coffee. Hell, he was buying Christy one and hadn’t even thought twice about it.

But on the other hand, how would people see it once they knew what was going on? Or even now? He wasn’t sure he could keep every trace of adoration and desire off his face if he thought he weren’t being observed.

So maybe he shouldn’t do it. They really should have talked about work boundaries last night while they were running through their kink limits.

Levi was almost at the front of the line. Dammit. This was why he needed a Daddy, so that he didn’t have to make difficult decisions like this.

He almost laughed to himself at the absurdity of the thought. Whipping out his phone, he waved for the person behind him to go first.

“Hey baby boy.”

Mmmmm… He didn’t think he’d ever get sick of hearing that greeting.

“Hi, Daddy! Are you at the office?”

“I am, but my door’s closed and I’m the first one here. What’s up?”

“So, um, I realized that I need some guidelines around how to act around you at the office.”

The woman behind him in line gave him a funny look, so he just waved her forward, too.

“I think that we need some guidelines about how we act around each other, and you’re very wise to bring it up. Do you want to figure them out now?”

“Um, no, Daddy. I just wanted to know if I could bring you a coffee.”

The woman in front of him turned around to stare. What the fuck was her problem? She was already in front of him, and it wasn’t like he was even saying anything sexual. He was a firm believer that exhibitionism was only fun when everyone consented, but seriously? He was talking about coffee.

Nosey prude.

“That’s very sweet of you, baby boy. Yes, you may.”

“You like sugar, no milk, right?” He’d caught that order once on the phone and hung onto it ever since.

“That’s right.” Daddy seemed pleasantly surprised. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome, Daddy.” He said the last word extra loudly. He wasn’t going to let someone else’s bullshit bring him down. Not when everything else in his life was perfect.